Dumping your rubbish in a lake, river or even the bush land is a horrible thing to do to our wildlife. They mistake the platic bags as food, then choke and die.

Also, the toxins in a rubbish bag dumped in a wet land can kill 3 turtles! This happens because one turtle eats the bag and sufficates, then once the turtle has died the plastic bag floats out from it's inside and is swallowed by another turtle, until the bag finaly decomposes to nothing.

If we continue to pollute our wonderful waters with this gastly rubbish, there will be no more beatiful sunsets across the still water, there will be no lakes that are so still you can't tell if the reflection off them is the real thing or not, and there defenetly will be no more wonderful creatures, like the platapus in Australian waters, no more Tropical fish and no more colourful birds.
Help fight for their freedom, as it brings much joy to others and yourself to see everything in your surrounding happy. Please help our Earth be clean!

Princess Kimma has been trying to sew together new Halloween disguises for her Disguise Shop, but each one she works on is either too big, too small, uneven, or just falls apart! Kimma is normally an expert seamstress! Now she's stomping around the Palace yelling, crying, and trying to start fights with the Palace help! Queen Keyara can tell Angry Cloud sickness when she sees it! What should she do to get Kimma to calm down and try again? Write the rest of the story.

Kimma bit into the loose thread and she pulled her needle upwards. Her head snapped upwards she pushed the needle down. It looked too big! Kimma screamed and threw the witchy dress into the corner. Queen Keyara had mentioned having a try for a witch-like dress for female Idea Seekers. Kimma pulled out her mobile and dialled Palace help.
"Hello Kimma! How is your witch dress?" a member of palace help piped up.
"Too big... I had the right design though. What am I gonna DO!?" Kimma wailed.
"Well, what size is the witch dress?" asked another member of Palace help.
"Oh shut up!" Kimma disconnected the call and stormed out of the room. The first member of Palace help she saw was a walking target and she pounced, pinning down the poor woman.
"Waaaa!" wailed the woman. In a struggle to defend herself, she kicked her legs upwards and wriggled an arm free. One of her feet had stood upright, and the woman made the other one stand upright. With her remaining energy she slammed herself upwards, pushing herself up with her legs and free arm. Kimma was caught by surprise and fell backwards, lashing out with her arms and legs.
"What on Earth is happening!?" screeched the furious voice... Of Queen Keyara.
Kimma stood up and pounced for the queen, but Keyara's arm sent Kimma flying in a devestating uppercut.
"My Queen?! What are you doing!?" the member of palace help was shocked.
Kimma floated gently to the ground as a Patience Plant Baby with wings gently lowered her down.
"Done!" the Plant Baby said and Kimma stood up and returned to the sewing room.
Five hours later, a large quantity of witch dresses, dracula cloaks, grim reaper scythes and cloaks and masks and thousands more were completed, and in front of them stood Princess Kimma with a needle between her teeth.
"Done," Princess Kimma said, and she winked.
Idea Seekers appeared out of rooms, wearing all the outfits Kimma had done. And the very first witch dress she had tried this year was perfectly fitted onto an Idea Seeker.
"I'm so proud of you," Keyara said and a little Patience Plant baby appeared on her shoulder.

As time went bye on the hayride, the exhausted scarecrow was trying to make himself a cozy, little bed.

"Ouch!" he whispered. He kept on banging his head on something when he tried to lie down. They were going to the other side of the town so he searched and searched through all the hay, then he saw the magnificent, orange pumpkin that the farmer put away before the hayride. The scarecrow pulled it out and put it on the farmer's knee.

"Ah, oh it's the pumpkin that I put in the barn before I left with the scarecrow," the farmer said panicking.

The farmer sat and muttered to himself. Finally we got there and delivered the hay. As we were trying to get home, the farmer was trying to figure out how the pumpkin got there in the first place. Magnificently when they got home, the farmers wife said, "I packed your pumpkin in with the hay, remember?"